red.
blood.
pump.
it's never ending cycle, always producing life.
withstanding the pain of shattering, of being torn in two.
pieces of it are missing, they're all still with you.
it breaks a little everyday, each memory being dislodged.
the tape that once held it together is now gone.
the constant beating was numbing.
pain i could no longer feel.
you played me like a guitar, snapping all my strings.
i have no melodies left inside of me.
for you i only have sins.
luckily it won't kill me.
but sometimes i wish it did.
cuz i don't know what's worse.
some say it hurts less to be dead,
than to die with a broken heart.
but i clutch a hold of my chest,
i'll wander alone in this dark.
as lifeless and torn as it may seem,
i've still got a couple of heartbeats left in me.
YOU ARE READING
to die would be an awfully big adventure
Poesíait may not look like it, but i'm okay i just miss you sometimes. {for the people who have had someone leave that they could never forget} (Completed)
